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A red world lied below. It had harsh and heavy winds carrying dust that buffeted the Destroyer as he descended quick through the atmosphere. The whipping haboobs nearly blew off the fashionable collar around his neck, which he caught quickly. He made haste, shooting down to the ground in a second, grunting as Whis had still somehow beaten him there.
<span class="mu-s">"This place is quite sweltering Whis."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Indeed. Planet Loqu is one of the naturally hottest planets in the universe that isn't a magma world due to the proximity it has to its red dwarf parent star. The native Loquas people are adapted to its harsh conditions. Only the hardiest of other races can bear the conditions long without needing some form of protection."</span> Whis explained.
<span class="mu-s">"Maybe they have something spicy they cook up on this dust ball then! I... hm? Whis, what is that?"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Oh, that?"</span> Whis looked over.
Ahead of them was a great series of canyons, in which the Loquas made their homes. At the apex of their canyons was a ground that connected each together, tying them in one knot, and this ground was slightly sunken. A crater dug into the bedrock, a massive lookout palace nestled atop it.
<span class="mu-i">"That's where we're headed. The planet's speaker is there. It's much like the lookout on Earth, isn't it?"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"So this planet has a Guardian, huh?"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"It would seem so. He is expecting us."</span>
When they arrived, Beerus gazed forward at the old man leaning against a tree, waiting for someone. Possibly him.
The alien was red skinned, he had ridges that were lighter in complexion, and the sides of his head were decked with two horns curved up, three holes in the side. Presumably what they heard with.
He approached meekly, carrying himself with some difficulty. The old man looked up at his guests.
"We have the stimulant boosters ready. Three shipments, as asked. Did you bring the money?"
<span class="mu-s">"I beg your pardon?"</span>
"...Oh... Wait... You're the other one."
<span class="mu-s">"Expecting more company, Loquas?"</span>
"...Yes. Just some business..." He said, before falling to his knees. The elderly Loquas bowed his head; "I beg your forgiveness, Lord Beerus. My sight is not what it used to be."
Another Loquas approached, a much younger one. This one was mute. He gestured with his hands, making signs in ASL.
<span class="mu-s">"Whis, what is that one doing?"</span>
<span class="mu-i">"That would be sign language. He is introducing himself and apologizing on behalf of his master. He says his name is Divel, and this is his master, the former Guardian of Planet Loqu, Paihmon. He bids us warm welcome. Hm! Warm welcome indeed."</span> Whis said as he fanned himself with his hand.
